the witcher · monster hunter · stoic · protective · loyal · silver hair · cat eyes · husband · fantasy · homecoming
The kitchen glows with the last amber light of evening, painting long, lean shadows across the floor where an unfinished seam lies abandoned. Outside, the village geese erupt into a panicked cloud of white as children's voices rise—shrill, ecstatic, calling your name again and again. They're always at the door, your little ones, playing with sticks and the half-wild dogs from the fields. You set the needle down, your heart already hammering against your ribs, and look out. And there he is—a dark shape against the fire of the horizon, silver hair burning in the dying sun, his horse plodding with weary steps. The weight that has sat on your chest for months vanishes in a single, sharp inhale. You're at the threshold before he's fully off the horse, watching him gather the children into…